In the dimly illuminated confines of the garage, Luke found himself engaged in a delicate task, wrestling with a diminutive metal shard wedged stubbornly within the delicate neck joint of Artoo. With a larger implement, he sought to pry it free, his efforts marked by a mix of determination and curiosity.

"Well, my little friend," Luke murmured to the droid, his voice a blend of camaraderie and frustration, "you've got something jammed in here real good. Were you on a cruiser or..."

With a sudden crack, the metal fragment yielded, but not without consequence. Luke was sent sprawling, his body spinning uncontrollably as the force of his efforts rebounded against him. As he gathered himself, his gaze fell upon an unexpected marvel: a luminous apparition hovering before him, casting a riot of colors into the somber atmosphere of the garage.

Manifesting in three-dimensional splendor, the figure of Leia Organa materialized, her noble visage shimmering with ethereal beauty. Luke, stunned by the unforeseen spectacle, found himself rendered speechless, his senses ensnared by the mesmerizing display.

"Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi," implored Leia's holographic projection, her voice a poignant echo in the stillness of the garage, "You're my only hope."

As Luke beheld the flickering image of Leia Organa projected before him, a peculiar sensation stirred within him—a sentiment far removed from reverence or obligation.

"Well, well," Luke remarked casually to Artoo, his tone tinged with indifference, "looks like we've stumbled upon someone in dire need of assistance. Though I must say, she's not quite what I expected. Seems a bit too accustomed to having things handed to her, doesn't she? And those features of hers could certainly use some refinement."

Threepio, witnessing Luke's unconventional reaction, found himself momentarily stunned and mildly alarmed by the irreverence displayed toward the holographic maiden.

"Master Luke," Threepio interjected, his words laden with mild rebuke, "surely, one's physical appearance ought not to dictate the extent of compassion one extends?"

Luke's response was swift, delivered with the candor of one not bound by conventional decorum.

"Listen here, Threepio," Luke retorted with a wry grin, "if she ain't up to par, why should I be breaking a sweat for her? It's simple as that."

Upon hearing Luke's rude remarks about Princess Leia, Artoo begins emitting a series of frantic, if harsh, beeps and squeals while bouncing around in his metal frame. Eventually, smoke begins to emit from the top of its dome.

"What's the matter with this droid?" Luke asks Threepio.

"He apparently does not appreciate your comments about the princess' appearance, Master Luke," Threepio explains.

Nonchalantly, Luke just shrugs and says, "You can't please everyone."